A million things I want to say,
But When I do not find a way ,
I pen down it all on a blank piece of paper,
And it happens to take the form of a letter;
I don’t know whom to send it to,
I feel giddy, Having no clue what to do..
I read it aloud to myself then,
Fold it back, and place it under the pen;
I look at the blank envelope on the bed,
Its ugly, It was supposed to be addressed!
i reach for the letter and open it again,
We don't give up, right? We are men;
I Write down something about the pain ,
Of the envelope not bearing a name;
I smile to myself when I realise,
The envelope still lies blank, in front of my eyes;
But I decide to finish what I started,
It deserves an end, an effort that was whole-hearted.
I don't write anything more,
Am blank as the envelope, to the core;
But something inside heavily pours,
As I sign it off - Faithfully Yours!
